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Fall and Rise

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Autumn

and leaves

ripen like melons

release Mother’s hand

 

rustle the wind’s long tresses

Color rivers the forest floor

widens the seams

of a dying kingdom

 

Winter

buries jewels

like an old love

under lace of frost

 

wants us to follow

in his slurred skin

and quaking limb

aimless and pure

 

on the path

to spring

and an infinite bed

of surrender

— t. l. cummings

First published under the name, Terri Lynn Cummings, by Songs of Eretz Poetry Review

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2 Comments Post a comment
  1. Beautiful imagery that captures the season.

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    October 5, 2017

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